Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Su Wanxing's voice was calm, without any roaring, howling, or even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

But it is precisely this calm that sends chills down your spine—this is not an emotional outburst, it is a pronouncement of judgment.

A person would only speak in this tone when they are 100% certain that the other person is dead.

Li Zhengmin was so frightened that he trembled all over.

He has faced life-or-death situations before.

Twenty years ago, when a drug dealer slashed his face, the dealer's knife was pressed against his neck; if it had gone in just half a centimeter, it would have severed his artery.

But at that time, he was still able to negotiate with the other party and exchange benefits for his life.

But things are different now.

The girl in front of me has empty eyes.

There was no anger, no hatred, not even murderous intent in it.

There was only a calmness, like "this needs to be done," as natural as when it's time to eat or sleep.

This calm is more terrifying than any roar.

"I was wrong! I'll give you money! I'll give you power! I'll give you whatever you want!" Li Zhengmin's voice became high-pitched and thin, completely different from the deputy director who had been smoking and sneering just now.

After his front tooth broke, he spoke with a slight lisp, sounding like a panicked child. "I was the deputy director of Zhaoming City for twenty years. I'm loaded! I have tens of millions in the bank, three villas, and four luxury cars. You can have it all! Spare my life! I promise I'll never bother you again!"

"Money?" Su Mingyu smiled.

He stopped the water from his fingertips, walked up to Li Zhengmin, squatted down, and looked at the once high-ranking deputy director at eye level.

His eyes shone frighteningly bright in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the fear in Li Zhengmin's eyes. "My brother and I have been poor for so many years, bullied by Zhao Hu, schemed against by Zhang Bingkun, and treated like playthings by scum like you. What good is your money?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced Li Zhengmin's ears like nails: "Can your money buy back the leg Zhao Hu broke? Can it buy back the dignity of my sister who was almost sent to the Emperor Hotel by you? Can it buy back the lives of the girls you killed?"

Li Zhengmin opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"What are your lives worth?" Su Mingyu stood up and took a step back.

Su Wanxing didn't waste any more words with him and directly slashed his throat with her ice blade.

His movements were clean and swift, exactly the same as when he killed Wang Haidong.

The ice blade was far sharper than an ordinary blade, making a smooth cut. Not much blood spurted out; it simply flowed slowly down the blade's surface, freezing into blood-red ice crystals by the time it reached the tip.

Li Zhengmin's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to make a sound.

The wound on my throat was initially just a thin red line, but then blood suddenly gushed out, flowing down my neck and soaking my collar.

This malignant tumor, which had entrenched itself in Zhaoming City for twenty years, killed countless people, and finally died by the stinking ditch in the back alley.

Even on his deathbed, he couldn't understand why two orphans, two penniless people, two lowly people he considered beneath his feet dirty, could take his life.

"Quick, let's go!" Lin Shen grabbed the siblings. "Zhou Zhengqing's men are catching up!"

As soon as the three of them turned the corner of the back alley, they heard Zhou Zhengqing's angry roar from behind.

He led seven or eight special operations team members to the alley entrance, aiming their tranquilizer guns at the backs of the three men.

"Don't run! Stop!" Zhou Zhengqing roared.

His answer was three icicles.

Su Wanxing threw the ice pick without turning her head, but her accuracy remained undiminished.

Three ice spikes were precisely driven into the riot shields of the special operations team members, with such force that the two team members were forced to take several steps back.

The tranquilizer darts flew past the three people, hitting the wall and leaving white bullet holes.

Su Mingyu turned around and summoned a wall of water.

This water wall was created by piecing together two puddles of water that had accumulated on the ground in the back alley. It wasn't an ordinary still water surface, but a water shield that was rotating at high speed.

The tranquilizer darts were launched into the water wall, but were swayed by the centrifugal force of the water flow. Some got stuck in the water and spun around, while others were thrown out and hit the nearby trash cans with a clanging sound.

The wall of water blocked the pursuers' vision and firepower, buying the three of them a precious few seconds.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Wanxing conjured more than a dozen ice spikes and shot them towards the pursuers.

The ice spikes flew out with a whoosh, forcing the special operations team members to raise their shields to dodge. Two of them, who didn't have time to dodge, were pierced in the thigh by the ice spikes and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The three seized the opportunity to rush out of the alley.

Lin Shen's car was parked at the alley entrance—an old, gray-blue sedan, its body filthy, with a scratch on the rear bumper, looking no different from the other cars parked in the alley.

He ran over, opened the car door, and yelled at the siblings, "Get in!"

Su Wanxing and Su Mingyu quickly climbed into the back seat.

Before he could even settle into his seat, Lin Shen stepped on the gas.

The engine let out a hoarse roar, the wheels slipped on the spot, the rubber friction against the ground emitted a puff of white smoke, and then the whole car shot off like an arrow.

When Zhou Zhengqing and his men chased to the alley entrance, they only saw the taillights of the gray-blue sedan disappear around the corner of Zhaoming Avenue.

The red dot of the taillight grew smaller and smaller in the night, soon merging into the warm yellow glow of the streetlights in the distance, and could no longer be distinguished.

"Chase them! Chase them!"

Zhou Zhengqing slammed the tranquilizer gun in his hand to the ground.

The gun slammed onto the concrete floor, the magazine popped out, and the tranquilizer darts rolled all over the ground.

His voice echoed through the empty alley, "Notify all intersections to set up roadblocks! Check all gray-blue cars! Surveillance footage! Get me the surveillance footage!"

He knew what Lin Shen's ability was—illusion weaving, which could make dozens of people unable to see a car even in broad daylight.

The surveillance footage only showed a blurry silhouette; even the license plate was obscured by the illusion.

really.

Three minutes later, the traffic control center replied: "A gray-blue sedan passed by on Zhaoming Avenue from west to east three minutes ago, but the license plate was not clearly visible in the surveillance footage, and the color of the car body was changing, sometimes gray-blue and sometimes dark gray. It has left the city and entered the provincial highway, so we cannot continue to track it."

Zhou Zhengqing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Ran.

Two newly awakened ability users were rescued by the people of Fire Seed from the inescapable trap he had laid.

Despite being surrounded by 284 people, armored vehicles, mortars, drones, and three squadrons of regular troops, the three men managed to escape unscathed.

He turned around and looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground in the back alley.

Li Zhengmin lay in a pool of blood, the bodies of sixteen of his confidants scattered across the ground.

Blood mixed with sewage on the ground, slowly flowing down the slope of the alley, staining half of the alley red.

The streetlights illuminated his body clearly—the wound on his throat, ripped open by an icy blade, had begun to freeze, and a thin layer of white frost clung to the edges of the wound.